Chloe felt out of place. She was kinda proud of why she died. She saw Zac and almost gasped out loud. 'What're you doing here!' She thought to herself.


Zac laughed and said, "How about dying because of fake friends," he wasn't really trying to compete but he felt he should compare. He ran his fingers through his short hair as he looked Victoria over. He wasn't checking her out, at least he wasn't trying to but, he's a guy what can you expect.

"Not here, no..." She creased her brow in confusion. "Where is here?" The blonde paced back and forth, her arms crossed over her chest. "Dammit, am I dead? I was stabbed four times in the chest, there was blood, they ran..." Frowning, she tapped her foot. "Who are you all?"

(I have to go, family thing! :( Some surprise party or something)

"But if you are dead that means I'm dead." The boy said a bit defeated. W-was he dead? He wouldn't be here if he was right? "Maybe the doctors saved you as well?"

Chi took big gulps of air. "It isn't burning!"

(Bye!)
Chloe looked in surprised and said, "I'm must be dead too, I got my throat ripped out by a dog, he was trained to fight at different cues, it wasn't his fault," she said the last part quickly. She wanted to tell the whole story but that would make her sound like a goody two shoes, which she was not.

Zac gasped as Chloe told everyone what happened, "I know I'm dead, I'm got dropped off a 70 foot tall bridge into a rocky ice cold river." His green eyes showed resentment at the memory but there was nothing he could do to change the past.

My awakening wasn't polite. I was thrown into this spinning world of light, and voices. It was like I had been enveloped by this dark demon, and spat out, pulling away. But, when I fell so harshly, I got up.
Then I stared at my hands. I clenched them together. "No....." I pulled my wool beanie a little tighter, terrified. I was shaking, my knees wobbling. "No..."
My chest didn't hurt. I felt like I was stepping freely into a room filled with light and possibility, but in the dark corner of my mind, where my other thoughts crept, they called out to me. Come back. We will protect you. We tell you the truth. "I'm dead..."

"My parents were chainsmokers.. and their friends were too." She said. "Lung cancer is my killer."

"Yikes, my parents are like dog psychologists. They study dog intelligence." She remarked. She looked around and noticed the guy who had spoken to her earlier, "Hey, sorry I didn't answer you, I was gaping st the sign, and I have a request please do NOT call me ma'am or anything similar, it gets on my nerves," she said politely.



Zac looked around boredly.

I banged my fists on the seemingly nonexistent wall. "Uuuuggggghhhhh!!!!!!" I turned to the group who seemed soooo intent on talking. Well, I just ****ing died, not happening. "My parents are the reason I'm dead." I pulled my beanie a bit lower on my face. "Cut off life support, the ba***rds."

"Cheer up, it could've been worse!"